"...um.., no link there, well I guessed as much too..." went the goblin adding "...me I want to know who I am by what I post, the delusion is thinking that, without going through one opinions time and again across many forums, that somehow one knows all instead, whereas the madness part could well be true even, it's a bit like the madman card in the tarot pack, but what of it now, one doesn't live twice and one must do what one feels to be right to oneself alone...", where only a madman would edit his posts to see who he really was by what he posted

Anyway there are only a few livewriters about, but we always encourage a person to pursue their style and become better writers, to improve their style and correct their mistakes post to post. It's a chance to improve ones own self as a writer. Hope that helps.

"...very nicely put..." noted the goblin, adding "...it's beautiful to observe the effort involved in relating the love of your land, your family, your thoughts and views of nature in this dailylife, all woven into the fabric of short illustrated precise posts upon this thread that is clearly you to yourself now..." the goblin paused, then felt hard for more words, continuing "...so if you feel married to your land there, then perhaps that is how I feel connected towards this forumland here too, where a post isn't a post until it's a repost mostly sums up this livewriting to me...", simply any forum that bans one for reposting frees one, it becomes a badge merited on a simple understanding, that between their folly of "doing posts in some hap hazard one off way" on the one hand, and the sincerity of "finalizing one's post to oneself" on the the other, one has made one's own choice in spite of them, or more precisely that that choice has been made for you by them now

"...quite right too, for without enemies does one stand for anything though I only ever defend myself for I'm not a troll..." confided the goblin who wrote in his posts merely to get fed more posts still, adding "...you saw those threads then, so you do understand that it's the same wherever I post, simply feeding to be fed, that's all, and if it's not you here feeding me, then it's someone else elsewhere again, simply you decry that which either you can't match yourself, or that which you feel no need for, yet either way that's your choice and I respect it, but I don't see this posting as you do, ah no I have no such leeway left..."

repost from elsewhere, to another livewriter after she had been banned there

"...I'm still by your side, and I will help you make good elsewhere, though in truth those bans don't actually stop us, for simply, and on any forum too, a livewriter could rejoin under another username and avatar, and just do one post and everyone would know by whom then, in my case they would simply see a goblin once more, for such is the power of a persona when it is unique to one..." mentioned the goblin, smiling "...yet it remains ever anonymous recognition, where one's journey to self is walked upon in these posts perhaps, and where forumland, like some endless neverland still, offers one an eternal youth at the price of anonymity, so what say you now, still want to be that unprovable person in the mirror, or how about your heart's desire instead where the cost is ever anonymity now, for you can't be both known and unknown, it's one of the other here..."

Is there a point to this thread other than Goats calling Goblin a cunt. Goblin drooling like a European spastic ( ya know.....the special kind) and Dangkur removing a month old tampon with the crustry bits spread on a sandwich?

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Our country will, I believe, sooner forgive an officer for attacking an enemy than for letting it alone

That, of course, depends on who you ask around here.

"Oh where will the homeless go when the bridges no longer have room for humanity?"

Is there a point to this thread other than Goats calling Goblin a cunt. Goblin drooling like a European spastic ( ya know.....the special kind) and Dangkur removing a month old tampon with the crustry bits spread on a sandwich?

If it means a voluntary move to confine his self serving spam into one thread, then I think it's fine.

Is there a point to this thread other than Goats calling Goblin a cunt. Goblin drooling like a European spastic ( ya know.....the special kind) and Dangkur removing a month old tampon with the crustry bits spread on a sandwich?

"...well doesn't that rather depend upon whether one thinks that there's a point to anything really..." inquired the goblin guessing that if there wasn't a point then it offered a great freedom towards experimentation throughout, then adding "...actually, I think for a beginner DrGoats did rather well there in fact, commendable even, anyway it's always nice to have company while I edit my posts now...", at which the goblin offered hugs all round and went back to editing on

"...no he was annoying himself mostly without my help it seems..." mentioned the goblin taking no credit for it too, thinking Caskur was a credit to the forum, then adding "...the definition of span is something unsolicited in one's face, however, since the title states that I am editing my posts here, and since they keep coming back to see it, it can't be spam then..."

"...no, I'm just your average everyday sort of goblin now, a goblin like any other I suppose..." ventured the goblin suspecting that he tried to get along with everyone now, adding "...I'm no troll, instead I try to befriend who would befriend me and turn the other cheek where not, why, well it's because I suspect that exposing both cheeks to them would be much of a temptation here..."

If it means a voluntary move to confine his self serving spam into one thread, then I think it's fine.

"...there you go then, even she now approves..." went the goblin suspect that one had to be selfish or forumland for at least two reasons, one that selflessness was unsustainable, and two that selflessness made one invisible to others here, thus the goblin was selfish to the extreme but that meant that he continued and meant that others would see him clearly, saying "...basically I play "last post" here, in that if you post I'll reply in kind and in the tone I'm addressed in, where if my reply back merits its keeping I'll store it away again...", in fact, it ran into thousands of posts by now

"...well yes, right, fascinating, whatever..." went the goblin unable to relate somewhat but saluting the offrailbots anyway, in like do carry on while I just edit away in the background I suppose, page 120 then out 220 pages perhaps, saying "...the more I post the more those posts pile pile up, then they've got to be stored, edited, matched and finally forgotten too, um.., guess that won't make much sense to you though, but hell if I can stop now, no I don't smoke, nor drink, nor do drugs neither, but journalism is a drug all the same...", where another word for journalism would be writing everyday, sighing "...writing ups the thought process in a feedback loop between the thoughts still in one's head and the words already written down, where what one writes in effect writes one back, resulting in vividly recollected dreams, memories like haunting ghosts and above all no off switch to it, so now you know, it's a drug then, and I'm its addict here, where these highs are great, withdrawal is tedium itself and those side effects are real enough..."

But isn't life like a big masquerade party? Or is it more like the Matrix?

"...perhaps it's a bit of both then, part matrix par masquerade then..." smiled the goblin, explaining "...ah but no independence in either of those interpretations, for one still depends upon dailylife doesn't one, but between that secrecy within oneself and the obligation to one's dailylife around one, one can still perfect a mask between them both, yet if either one doesn't knows what's going on around one, or is able to hide that knowledge if one does, then any mask is quite without purpose, as the former would be ignorance whereas the latter would be an open book, thus clearly the whole point of creating a mask over time is to mask something by it then..."